Love, Pesto


Have you ever made pesto before? Do you remember the first time you made pesto?

The sensation from the first whiff of the freshly-made pesto is very much like the first time I saw her across the basketball court about 23 years ago.

The entire gamut of emotions that run through you like a freight train, the trepidation of asking her out which makes you sound so hesitant; the nervousness of trying your darnedest to make witty conversation or (closer to the truth) at least attempt at not to putting your foot in your mouth which of course, makes you come across as lame and frustratingly apologetic.

That sinking feeling when you find out her school was named after a Saint and your school’s Friday Assembly has Policemen coming over to warn against causing trouble as they have your names; and that she lives in District 10 and that you, well, you have the entire storeroom to yourself.

That warm fuzziness you feel as you stand in the ring, bruised with blood all over you, one arm incapacitated and as you joke that at least the swelling as gone down to the size of a char siew pau, she smiles at you.

It’s not like a bolt of lightning across the sky like the storybooks, but one of those sudden realizations that (Great Googa-Mooga!) you are on to something good and that your life has forever changed because of this encounter.

Making pesto at home is like that. All that doubt about using purple basil or normal basil, pine nuts or walnuts, to salt or not, why oh why didn’t I get Parmigiano instead and what the hell is two cups of basil? All that is gone when you hold the very first bowl of pesto in your hands and breathe in the warmth and sweetness.

Warm as the touch of her hand and sweet as a stolen kiss.

We guys, no matter how old we are, may appear clumsy but that’s because we trip over ourselves trying too hard. Lame yes, but hey, at least at the end of it all, we still have pesto.


Posted on 4th May 2008 in Fun, Italian


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Mich commented on May 5, 2008 at 5:30 pm

Aww….. *sniff*

I love pesto sentimentality. 🙂 | Dietary Choices or Carry On Regardless commented on November 6, 2011 at 4:32 pm

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